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When Hawks’ mask had been dragged from his face and light re-entered his world, he was instantly captivated by the star-white suit of the being before him. Even before the sun’s energy and the material of the atmosphere began to filter through his body and wings’ system, he knew that he had to have the shiny being, that it called his name through its movements and its thrashing.
A tap brought his attention upwards to the diamond visage of his handler, their hardened skin shifted till they reflected his communicator. He understood the demand and without hesitation, Hawks tore the thing from his body and dropped it to the floor, mind already dragged back to the glowing, shaking form beneath him.
Its body was bipedal with long, curvy horns that shot upward from its skull. Its suit seemed to bunch at its back and Hawks clicked almost excitedly as the prospect of flight-appendages. His gaze travelled lower to the tighter, straining material along its rump and ankles, boots discarded for a more delicate substitute.
Hawks recognized it as more masculine of his people, but more feminine according to the commission’s books on bipedals. His length grew heavy either way. Such a pretty thing.
A rush of heat drew hawks back to the present, eyes darting up to assess the danger to find more of the pretty things species on a opposing side to the commission and hawks who in his moment of admiration had wandered closer to its bound body. The biggest, Mars red suit was talking, or yelling at the commission agents, it’s body big and capable with a small one next to its leg and twelve others behind its back. Their suit was a beautiful red and the small one’s had a myriad of colors alternating between the suit, it was nice to look at but not nearly as captivating and bright as his pretty one. One thing that was noticeable however, were that they had faces beneath the suit, expressive and changing if he went by the creasing in their faces and with that information, Hawks wasted no time in leaning over and glancing at his pretty thing’s face.
He only managed to catch a glimpse of its teeth gnashing, watering face before a handler dragged him back by his harness. Was he speaking? Then why could he not hear their sounds but hear the others? Maybe his pretty thing could not speak, that would be alright.
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“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he screamed, pain and overstimulation almost driving him delirious until the space hunter stopped its thrusting with a curious coo. He sobbed, ever thankful for the reprieve and glanced up to see the men behind his father shift uncomfortably and his brother trying his hardest not to cry.
Oh god, they can hear him. Something must have knocked loose and clicked his communication back online and while he begged for them to listen before, now that everything had already started, he wished he could hide his noises even if the magnets angled along his body to the ground always kept his facing someone while his lower half was up and exposed for his father’s new partners to see and the space hunter to use.
“Please,” he begged, hoping that his father had enough deathworlder in him to feel empathy for his child, “I don’t,” he choked off on a scream when the hunter’s fat, wet cock fucked deeper and scraped past long raw nerves that no longer jerked his cock to attention and left his cunt feeling burning hot. Still he spasmed and shrieked when it somehow rocked deeper and deeper till it hit a spot hard and painful inside him.
Tears ran down his face and burned off his heated skin, he tried to gasp through the pain, the embarrassment from coming back to back around the space hunter long gone along with the pleasure.
When it’s pointed tip finally piearced him, he slumped as it halted its movements, body shaking and cape struggling to expand around him from where it was trapped within his suit. The space hunter behind him rubbed his sides and legs with cool fingers as he shook and he forgot to feel shame when taking comfort in its hands, when something cut through the knee and ankle magnets, a hopefulness sprouted in him. Was it finally over? Could he go home now? But slowly his legs were nudged further, wider.
“What,” he started, confused and dazed and voice scratchy from screaming. “Am I done? Is the p-punishment over?” He had asked as he looked for the strength to push himself up and look for his father before he heard the cooing-moan from the one above him and something big and hard expanded the already thick cock within him and shoved through his vaginal canal.
Touya had no time to scream as it stretched him even further from before, whole body jerking from another unwanted orgasm from whichever part of his lower body could still feel and deep into him.
Touya’s body had tried to slump once it stopped moving and the orgasm had passed but the space hunter had grabbed his hips, angled his ass up and legs wider than he’d ever tried and shoved something hard, wide, and unforgiving through his cervix.
Touya coughed when he realized it was finally over, only to see blood splatter agains the interior visor glass. His throat ached, had he been screaming?
His body began to shake and tremble when the cock stretched one more.
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Hawks crooned at his full mate, pulling out and licking at the red and warm flowering cunt beneath him. Nipping at the fat edges just to hear the sweet whimpers. But at the taste, he was soon pulling their hips backwards to devour more of it, uncaring of their audience as his mate sobbed in ecstasy.
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“You will have them for eight months and we will take them for the remaining two, acceptable?”
Endeavor nodded at the agreement. “Men gather them and place them in Touya’s room. We will depart shortly,” he demanded before grabbing Shouto by the arm and dragging him towards his office. He showed too much emotion today and needed to be reminded of their fallacies.